The Little Girl

Maria's daughter had been seeing a strange little girl roaming around at night, asking
her to come play downstairs. Soon we'll find out that she is not the
only entity roaming around. My name is Edwin, and here is maria true
scary story. After I had my third child, my husband and I we
decided I should stay home for a little bit and take care of the kids.
It was going to be cheaper and we didn't have to pay for daycare.
Me staying home with the kids. They're all five years apart. We
have a fifth grade in, a kindergartener and then a newborn, so we're
like, I'll just stay home for a while. We decided that I would
stay home and I would say it right when she turned to is when I
started noticing that she was seeing would see things, or would see somebody.
Our very first house that we bought together when we got married, we were
starting to live in a bad neighborhood, so we decided to move. Well.
It was during a time too that only he was working, so it
was tough. So his father, so my father in law was like,
oh, hey, you guys can stay in our house. We're building a
new house. Why don't you rent it out from us. It's a win
win, so we decided we would. They never had any issues, and
she was young and we were getting ready to leave to pick up her two
sisters from school, and I usually always made a little snack for her because
I coached basketball, I coached volleyball, so after school we would just have
practice right away, so I'd have like snacks for the kids, get her
like books, just pack up things, get it ready, and one day
out of nowhere. I never had any problem with it before, like ever
thought anything. She was just like smiling and like laughing and giggling. And
I look up because we were like on a split level, so like the
top was the living room and on the bottom part was the kitchen, and
there was like a little window for the kitchen, so I could look up
and I look up and she's just looking in the corner and like smiling and
laughing and waving, and I was just like, oh, huh, I
wonder who she's waving to. And I like looked up there and I was
like, it must just be a relative saying hi or something like wanted to
visit her because she was newer and everything that we went through and didn't think
anything of it. It continued to be like that, like almost every other
day. Finally, one day I picked her up and we're getting ready to
leave. I put on like her snowsuit. It was like the wintertime.
I put on her snowsuit and I put on her hat, and she starts
waving like really hardcore up the step and I look and I see nothing,
and I was just like, I didn't acknowledge it. I didn't say anything.
And she's really little. She was only two, so she couldn't verbialize
anything. And I just laughed, got in the van, and later on
I called my sister and she's like, what, no way, And I
was like yeah, And I was like she was happy. Maybe it's someone
and her family, maybe it was her great grandma. I was like,
she's not crying, so I'll just leave it thee. So then a year
goes by and we ended up finding a really nice rental in Robinsdale, Minnesota.
We felt safe. It was a safe neighborhood. And I would say
within four months of living there, my little one would tell me she'd goes.
She would say, mommy, mommy, that little girl. And I
was like, oh, yeah, you're a little girl. No, that
little girl, And I was like why. I really didn't understand what she
was saying because she was still pretty little. And a year goes by,
she turns three, and one night she was sleep. Her and her sister
had shared a room together and they had we had bunk beds for them,
so we had three bedrooms on the main level and it was a rambler,
so her and her sister slept their bedroom together and her older sister slept on
the top bunk. She slept on the bottom bunk. It must have been
you know where. It's just about to get light out for morning. So
around that time, at four or five o'clock in the morning, I can
hear her screaming and I heard these little footsteps just run into the bedroom.
And I look up and I see her and she's like, mommy, that
little girl is poking me. And I go what And I go, oh,
you're your sister, and she goes that little girl. Look, she's
by the door. And then for some reason I did not want to look.
I felt something, but I didn't see anything. I was looking at
her and I wake up her dad and I'm like, hey, she's awake.
She's crying, and he just looks. He's, oh, maybe she
was watching something scary, and she still kept crying. She's look, the
little girl's by the door. She's poking her head around the door. Him
and I both did not look. We were just dead looking at her dead
smack, looking in her eyes, trying to get her to calm down.
I don't know why we both didn't look. I think maybe we were afraid
we would see something, but we didn't. We didn't look, and then
I just said, it's time to go to bed. It's okay, you'll
be with mom and dad. You can sleep with us tonight. And she
goes, no, Mommy, look it. She has that scary face,
and I go, what do you mean. She goes, Mommy, look,
she's at the door. Look. Finally, instead of looking, I
said that little girl needs to go. You need to sleep. She's not
allowed to come into our room and she's not allowed to wake you up.
She needs to go, so you need to tell her she needs to go.
And she was like frightened, like she was shaky. We somehow,
within a few minutes go to sleep. I didn't think anything of it.
I didn't ask any of the other kids. A few days go by,
and my sister comes to me and she told me about this little girl that
keeps waking her up at night, and I go, yeah, she woke
up like screaming, crying, and I said, I don't know she was
dreaming or what was going on, but she told me she saw a little
girl and that she was poking her like really hard to wake her up.
And I said, maybe I'll talk to her about it, because maybe she
was dreaming. And I didn't want to dismiss it. I didn't want her
to feel like I didn't care. So I got up the courage to say,
hey, honey, when you told me that little girl was down or
like bothering you to wake you up, what did you mean. She goes,
Oh, there's this little girl in the house and she always wants me
to play with her downstairs. And she goes, I don't want to play
with her downstairs. But for a while there she would go downstairs and play
by herself, and I always wondered, like why she was doing that,
and I was like, huh, they have these American girl that'll play houses,
and they go down there, they play with the they had the laundry,
said the horse, and they would brush the doll's hair, so I
kind of understood. But for her to be so young and go downstairs by
herself, I was like, Oh, it doesn't bother her. I do
laundry and I'd go upstairs and I'd be like, are you okay, honey,
I'm fine, I'm playing. So I didn't really think too much of
it. And I said, where does that little girl live? And she
goes, she lived here, but she sometimes has a really scary face,
and I go, what do you mean. She goes, she has really
dark eyes sometimes, and she goes, she said, her face is really
like and I can see through her face, but sometimes when she comes really
close to me, she has dark eyes and it scares me. And I
told her that it scares me. And it was like, okay, I
said, if you see that little girl again, you need to tell her
that she just has to leave you alone, that she's not allowed to wake
you up, that your mommy said to not wake you up, that you're
supposed to be to sleep, and she's not allowed to come in the room.
And she said okay, and just kind of like dismissed it. Well,
sometime I had went by and I want to say it might have even
been like a month or two months went by, and in the middle of
the night again, it was actually dark. It wasn't like the time where
I was becoming morning. I hear her screaming, mommy, mommy, help
me, and I wake up, and you know you hear the mommy,
mommy, helped me in the middle of the night from your kid. Your
my heart was beating super fast. I was like, I woke up and
was like, oh, where's my baby? And I'd run into her bedroom
as fast as I can, but we like met each other. She was
running too, and I go, honey, what's wrong? And she was
crying, the type of crying where you know when you cry too hard,
you're like like you can't catch your breath. She goes, Mommy, that
little girl poked me so hard it woke me up. And she was poking
me in my shoulder. And when I turned to her and I told her
to leave me alone, she did that scary face and she said, I
start screaming for you. And she kept telling me and shaking her head,
telling me no. And I sat there and I like looked in the bedroom.
I turned on the lights and she goes and a grandma came in.
I go, a grandma, What do you mean she goes? A grandma
came in, but I couldn't hear what she said, but she was talking
to the little girl and pointing at her to leave. And I said,
what did the grandma look like? Did she smile at you? Was she
scary? Was she happy? I was so nervous that she was so scared,
And you feel so bad because you can't do anything about it. And
I wanted to cry, but I was trying to be strong and at the
same time, I was scared and at the same time, like I wanted
to wake up her dad, but like he always dismissed it, like,
oh, it's you watch something scary. Oh she has an imaginary friend.
She's only about to be four years old. It's not that big of a
deal. It was crazy that she said. There was a grandma that came
into the bedroom and she looked like my auntie, and she'd told the little
girl to leave, like with her hand. She said. She couldn't hear
her say anything, but she was telling her leaving. The girl had left,
and that's when I got up. I was I thought about it,
and I said, that looks like your aunt your great grandma. So my
great grandma looks exactly like my sister, and they had the auburn hair.
Their light skin toned the whole facial features. They have more of a rounder
head and we have more of the oval head. So it was like I
wanted to find a picture of her, but I knew my mom and dad
were the only ones that had a picture of her. But it was when
she was a little bit older. So I had called my mom and dad
and I told them about what was happening, and they said, well,
you should call your uncle and see if maybe he can do something, because
she keeps seeing this little girl and it's obviously scaring her, and we believe
her and we trust that she's seen something. And I eventually go to my
parents' house, I find a picture of my great grandma and I show it
to her and I said, is this the grandma that you've seen? Is
this a grandma that you've seen coming to the bedroom? She goes, yes,
Yes, that's the grandma that looks like Auntie. And from then on
I was like, Okay, she legit can see people, like I trust
everything that she says. From then on, I let her sleep in the
bedroom with me, because I really truly felt like she was terrified the way
she talked to me the last time, like where she was like shivering.
I felt so bad, and she was so little, and my other two
kids never said they seen anything, never heard anything. So I was worried
that somebody was bothering her, and I didn't call my uncle yet. After
a while, after some time had went by and she was next to me
almost every night, I felt better because I didn't see anything and I didn't
hear anything. Up next, the family begins to suspect that they are actually
not alone at the house. Well, the year goes by and our landlord
had told us like, hey, we want to sell the house. Thought
we'd give you heads up, We'll give you like six months. So we
ended up moving. We bought a house in Minneapolis, and it was like
a very old It was a much older house than the house in Robinsdale,
and it was nice and big, so we're pretty excited. We have three
kids, we have a bigger we have more room, we have an upstairs,
and we totally fell in love with it. The location was great.
It was on the better side of Minneapolis, and it was still close to
the kids' school. I would say immediately I started hearing something. So we
visited the house before we had closed on it, and I didn't have a
bad feeling. I usually get a vibe or like a certain kind of energy
from places or people. I feel it right away, and I didn't get
like a bad vibe from the house. We had went downstairs and we were
both him and I were excited, like, oh, we finally found our
house. What are we going to do. Let's start upstairs, Let's start
with the kids' room. All of a sudden, I had heard a door
shut, and I was like, did you hear that? And he was
like, no, I didn't hear that. And I went upstairs. I
didn't see no door shuts. So I was like, it was just me.
I was just maybe hearing things or maybe heard something outside. Because in
Minneapolis, the houses are, you know, closer together, and you have
an alley and Robinston, we didn't really have an alley in the house that
we had before. There was no alley. It was just a drive up
like you have a little driveway and it goes right to the garage. So
I was like, maybe I just heard like a car door. So we
buy the house, we move in within a month, so you could never
like sneak around, and you can never like tiptoe around. It just always
creaked. That night, we had went to bed pretty late and I was
just about to be in like my final sleep, and I heard somebody walking
around and I like got up and I was like, maybe it's one of
the kids. But then I realized it was like boots. Like I could
hear big thump boots, boom, and I was like, oh, someone
broke into the house. So I go, I turned to the side and
I wake up my husband. I go, you need to wake up.
There's somebody in the house. And he like sat up and he had that
look like you know, and he started listening and he goes, oh,
go by the kids. He heard. I go, you hear that?
He goes, I hear it, and we could hear it throughout the living
room. And when I when I was listening, I didn't hear the floor
creaking. I just heard boots, So I thought it was really weird.
So he gets up, he goes by the door and he flicks the light
really fast. And so there was two bedrooms on the floor with a bathroom
and then you'd go upstairs. And our oldest daughter was upstairs, and in
the hallway there was a light. He flicked on the light. He ran
out to the hallway flick that on, and all of a sudden, he
turned and he turned like as if he'd seen somebody, Like he went on
the side of the wall and he turned like he didn't want someone to see
him. And I thought for sure someone was in the house. And then
all of a sudden he turned back around and if you take a left,
it's the kitchen, and if you take a right, it's the bathroom.
And he turned and he took a left, and he started flicking on all
the lights in the house and he goes, we need to turn on the
lights on and we need to check the house, make sure no one's in
here. And I was like, okay, I was like, did you
see something. Immediately it was a no. We looked searched the whole house,
like every crack crevice in the house that there was. We didn't see
anything. He didn't say anything. I said, you heard that, right,
you heard that? And he was like, I heard it. I
don't know. Maybe it was maybe it was this, Maybe it was that
he had an excuse, and I was like, maybe we're just imagining it,
and he's, oh, I don't know. He's let's talk about it
tomorrow. Wake up, we have coffee, and I go, wasn't that
weird last night? Didn't it sound like boots? And he goes, I
didn't want to mention it to you right away. He says, I was
creeped out. I thought I saw like a man in the kitchen when I
turned to look, and I go, what? And he wanted to tell
me last night and he says, I was a little scared because it disappeared,
and he goes, I thought maybe it was from me turning on the
lights, that it was making a shadow, and then I thought about it.
He kept turning the lights on and on after that, and would look
to the side and back into the kitchen, and then he'd turn off the
light and then he'd look. He was trying to see if it made a
shadow. And he said, I heard the boots, but I don't know.
Maybe we don't have to worry about anything. Maybe it was just like,
maybe it was nothing. And I was like, you heard it and
I heard it should and maybe it's something. And we just dismissed it,
so he didn't want to get too specific, and he never really did.
He also he described is that he knew it was like a silhouette of a
man, a taller man. He asked if I seen anything, and I
said no, All I did was hear the boots, and he was like,
I want to I want to learn about the house, and so he
got into that researching, like about the house, if anyone had passed away
in it, how many homeowner homeowners they had, and the homeowners that we
bought it from, they bought it from their original homeowner. So after that
time and after he talked to me about it, I just left it be.
And I was like, if there's someone in the house, maybe since
we just got the house, maybe he was giving us like a blessing and
a nice family moved in here. I can leave now. But little did
I know, my little one was seeing the guy that was that her dad
had seen. So not too long after that, she came to me and
she goes, Mom, there's this really tall man that walks around the house
and he has really loud boots. And I go, oh, because I
knew what I heard and I knew what her dad had heard, and she
said, I just wanted you to know that he walks around the house and
he checks on everything. And I go, how do you know this?
She goes, I see him. I see him do it all the time.
And I said do you ever talk to him or does he talk to
you? And she said no, no, he just checks the house.
But he's really tall. And I was like okay. And then from her
experience before, I said, does he scare you? She said no,
I'm not scared of him. And I said okay, and she goes,
what does scare me? Mom? And I was like what. She said?
That little girl that's here again? And I go oh, And I
said did that little girl come from the house that we were in before?
And she said yes, and she told me. She goes, Mom,
that little girl has really old pajamas. She wears pajamas all the time.
I wonder why she likes to wear pajamas and I was like, I'm not
sure. So what do you mean by old pajamas? They look dirty or
they're like what do you mean by old? And she goes like how kids
wore pajamas in the olden days? I go, how do you know what
they wore in the olden days. She was on TV shows and books,
and I was like, Okay, I guess she does know. I just
wanted to verify she knew what old pajamas meant. And she said, when
that little girl comes into my room, she goes. I told her that
she's supposed to leave me alone, that my mommy said that I can't play
at night. She always wants to play at night and always wants to go
down in the basement. I don't want to go in the basement. So
I kind of thought, maybe she's just like revisiting this because we moved into
a new house, and maybe she really wasn't saying something before. Maybe I
don't know. I was going back and forth because I was scared. Honestly,
it was more because I was scared. And then one night I was
I, it's like in the falling asleep slash. I was still awake phase
again, and I heard footsteps in the hallway come into the bedroom and stop
at the side of the bed, and my back was turned. When you're
laying on the bed, your back is turned, so my back was towards
the door, and I opened my eyes and I was waiting to hear one
of my kids saying mom, and I didn't hear anything. So I turned
and I didn't see anyone there. They weren't the boot sound that I heard
before. It was legit little footsteps. I did get the chills and I
sat up and I was like, nope, not today. I'm sleeping with
the light on it. So I flicked the light on and I sat there
for a minute and I thought to myself, like, maybe I didn't hear
it. Maybe I was sleeping. They tack yourself out of it. So
I went back to sleep. A couple days go by and my little one
comes to me. She goes, Mommy, that little girl's mad. She
went into your room because you wouldn't let me play with her. And I
was like, what, I said, how do you know she's mad?
She goes, well, she told me she goes sometimes she has that scary
face and I don't like it. And I said, okay, I think
I need to give your uncle a call. I'm going to call your uncle,
which is my uncle. But you know, so I ended up calling
my uncle and he's a medicine man, and I told him a little bit
about what happened, and he goes her Indian name is the one who sees
clearly, so she can see things that we won't see. And if you're
supposed to know about it, she'll tell you. And I said what do
I do? And he said, don't always take things negatively. Yes,
people come and visit. Sometimes people are supposed to Sometimes some people are supposed
to be there for people. He was explaining to me, like a spiritual
side. But sometimes people will visit you. Sometimes someone will be mischievous and
want you to get up and play. And I was like, that's what's
happening to my little one. And he said, this is what I'm going
to do. I want you to grab some cedar and you're going to put
the cedar on her bed, like right above her bed, and you're going
to not use sage but cedar the whole house. And I was like,
okay, I'll do that. During that time, my oldest had gotten sick.
She had got my sore throat. She wasn't feeling well, so she
had stayed home from school and I was trying to find some cedar. In
Minnesota in the middle of winter, trying to find cedar was not the easiest
thing to find, so I waited a couple of days, and during that
time also my oldest had gotten sick and she wanted to fall asleep. Her
bedroom was upstairs. She wanted to fall asleep on the couch so then I
could be close to her if I needed her or if she needed me,
And she was running a fever on and off, so I wanted to make
sure she was okay, made sure she had water, et cetera. The
first night, I stayed outside on the couch with her, and she was
up late watching TV, drinking our water, letting me know that she just
didn't feel that. She had a little bit of the shivers. She said
she had some body aches, so I was worried she was like an influenza.
This was pre COVID time. We had fallen asleep, and then I
just went back into my room. The second night, I just told her,
if you need me, just call me, like call for me and
I'll come in there and get you or to come grab me. Well,
all of a sudden, I could hear my phone ringing. Anyhow, on
iPhones, the FaceTime called rings differently, so I could hear that. And
I wake up and I'm like looking at my phone and she's facetiming me what
the heck? And I go I like yelled her. I'm like, honey,
are you okay? And I didn't hear her, and then I look
and she had texted me, Mom, come here now. I'm so scared,
Mom, please hurry. I'm so scared. So I like, hurry
and get up, and I like run in there and she's under the covers
on the couch and I look at her and I'm like, what's wrong,
what's wrong? And she's Mom, You'll never believe this, and I'm like,
what, what's wrong? I can't talk about her. I'm so scared.
Mom. Just put me in the bedroom and I'm like okay, and
I'm like, you don't want to talk about it? And she was literally
in tears. Mom, I can't. I'm so scared. So I bring
her into my bedroom. I wake up her dad and I tell him,
Hey, she's not feeling good. You just want it. You want to
sleep on the couch, and yeah, that's fine. So we wake up
in the morning. She was feeling a little better, and I said,
i'll have to go bring your sisters to school. Do you want to come
with me? And she goes yes, I'm not staying here alone. And
I go, oh, okay. We get in the car. We drop
off her sisters at st School and at preschool, and I get back in
the car and I'm like, hey, you want to go get Starbucks or
something, and she goes, yeah, yeah, And I'm like, what's
wrong, honey, You're just you look so like upset mom. I know
I wasn't sleeping, I promise you I wasn't sleeping. But I seen a
little girl running around in the living room, but I couldn't hear her footsteps,
and I couldn't hear anything that she said. And an old, older
lady was standing by me and was like, put a veil over my face
so I wouldn't see the little girl. And I go, what do you
mean a veil? She It was like, all of a sudden, I
see the girl running, and I got scared. I said, running when
school's just around the coffee table, like in a circle, And she said.
I looked for a second, thinking it was my little sister, and
I realized that's not my little sister. She had like old pajamason, and
all of a sudden I looked I could feel someone beside me and she said,
there was like an older lady there, and all of a sudden,
I could all of a sudden, She's like, how she explained it.
She goes, I don't know how, but she like put a veil over
my face. Then I couldn't see the girl's face because she goes, I
was so scared. The first thing I saw was that girl. This she
had like long nails, and she kind of looked like me, but she
was shorter and she had really long hair. I she was all black.
I like see her, it was all blurry her. Everything was black about
her. But she looked like a shadow, but were blacker and scarier.
How's the story develops. We'll start to find out more about Maria's daughter's actual
experiences directed from her. All that and more in part two of this episode.
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